And seek not the depths of your knowledge with staff or sounding line.
And seek not the depths of your knowledge with staff or sounding line.
For that which is boundless in you abides in the mansion of the sky, whose door is the morning mist, and whose windows are the songs and the silences of night.
Like a procession you walk together towards your god-self.
When love beckons to you, follow him,
To belittle, you have to be little.
And since you are a breath in God's sphere, and a leaf in God's forest, you too should rest in reason and move in passion.
For the soul walks upon all paths.
Nor is it a thought I leave behind me, but a heart made sweet with hunger and with thirst.
When the treasure-keeper lifts you to weigh his gold and his silver, needs must your joy or your sorrow rise or fall.
And that the corner-stone of the temple is not higher than the lowest stone in its foundation.
For the vision of one man lends not its wings to another man.
Poichè l'amore come v'incorona così vi crocefigge. E come vi fa fiorire così vi reciderà.
Work with love, it is to weave the cloth with threads drawn from your heart.
And that which sings and contemplates in you is still dwelling within the bounds of that first moment which scattered the stars into space.
For to be idle is to become a stranger unto the seasons, and to step out of life's procession that marches in majesty and proud submission towards the infinite.
So the wrong-doer cannot do wrong without the hidden will of you all.
Would that I could gather your houses into my hand, and like a sower scatter them in forest and meadow.
And verily he will find the roots of the good and the bad, the fruitful and the fruitless, all entwined together in the silent heart of the earth.
For what is evil but good tortured by its own hunger and thirst?
The lust for comfort kills the passions of the soul.
Would that you could live on the fragrance of the earth, and like an air plant be sustained by the light.
And when one of you falls down he falls for those behind him, a caution against the stumbling stone.
For what is prayer but the expansion of your self into the living ether?
The mind speaks not more sweetly to the giant Oaks than to the least of all blades of grass, And he alone is great who turns the voice of the wind into a song made sweeter by his own loving
Would the valleys were your streets, and the green paths your alleys, that you might seek one another through vineyards, and come with the fragrance of the earth in your garments.
As the strings of a lute are apart though they quiver the same music.
God listens not to your words save when He Himself utters them through your lips.
The musician may sing to you of the rhythm which is in all space, but he cannot give you the ear which arrests the rhythm, nor the voice that echoes it.
Yea, I shall return with the tide.
Aye, and he falls for those ahead of him, who, though faster and surer of foot, yet removed not the stumbling stone.
Have you beauty, that leads the heart from things fashioned of wood and stone to the holy mountain?
The self same well from which your laughs rises was oftentimes filled with your tears.
You are the way and the wayfarers.
Is not the beautiful moon, that inspires poets, the same moon which angers the silence of the sea with a terrible roar?
Build of your imaginings a bower in the wilderness ere you build a house within the city walls.
Have you remembrances, the glimmering arches that span the summits of the mind?
THEN said a rich man, Speak to us of Giving.
You have been told that, even like a chain, you are as weak as your weakest link. This is but half the truth. You are also as strong as your strongest link. To measure you by your smallest deed is to reckon the power of ocean by the frailty of its foam. To judge you by your failures is to cast blame upon the seasons for their inconstancy.
Love descends upon our souls by the will of God and not by the demand or the plea of the individual.
But let there be no scales to weigh your unknown treasure.
If he is indeed wise he does not bid you enter the house of his wisdom, but rather leads you to the threshold of your own mind.
Therefore let your soul exalt your reason to the height of passion, that it may sing;
You have walked among us a spirit, and your shadow has been a light upon our faces.
All these things shall love do unto you that you may know the secrets of your heart, and in that knowledge become a fragment of Life's heart.
Even as the stone of the fruit must break, that its heart may stand in the sun, so must you know pain.
If you would indeed behold the spirit of death, open your heart wide unto the body of life.
Therefore trust the physician, and drink his remedy in silence and tranquillity:
You shall be free indeed when your days are not without a care, nor your nights without a want and a grief, but rather when these things girdle your life and yet you rise above them naked and unbound.
Am I a harp that the hand of the mighty may touch me, or a flute that his breath may pass through me?
Even as the strings of a lute are alone though they quiver with the same music.
© 2020 Inspirational Stories
© 2020 Inspirational Stories